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Hezekiah answered him with a look, but at least it was not one that condemned. Snake felt his shoulders slack slightly as his tentative friend accepted his reason, and especially since he did not intend to go and press further into the subject. Though the sandy-furred coyote had run away from one family, he had run right into the open arms of another one. Inferni was not a pack—it was a clan. Clans usually had family connotations, and the fact that most of its members were related somehow was enough to alienate the youth slightly. He didn’t mind. Snake was, quintessentially, a coyote. He was used to solitude, and would welcome it. His involvement in Infenri was merely to improve his chances of survival, especially in a place so infested with wolves that would like nothing more to snub out one of those troublesome coyotes.
Silence entered the conversation, but Snake did not mind. He looked around himself, observing the general landscape of Inferni. It wasn’t particularly unique, from what he had seen—it was all decently redolent of what he had passed through between where he had separated from his parents and here. Regardless, it had its own charm. The plains were pleasant enough, and the sea rumbled like a dangerous beast in the distance. The forest disappeared behind them, though the grasses were broken by stunted trees and underbrush here and there. The newcomer observed quietly, his thoughts coming few and far between. Then, after several moments, Hezekiah announced that they had arrived at the Caves.
As Snake looked out, seeing the dark entrances to the catacombs below, he felt a dark fear gnawing at the edges of his metal heart. Though he would rather not openly discuss it, he was claustrophobic. It wasn’t something natural of him—it was something created by his living in New Haven. Because the Luperci there lived in the collapsing skyscrapers and buildings, there were always stories of those wolves being crushed by things falling and disintegrating. He had slept in those buildings in fear, waiting to something to fall on him. This fear was greatly alleviated later, when he slept out under the stars nearly every night. To return back underground was something that made the fur prickle on the back of his neck. He didn’t want to share this with Hezekiah, though. He thought it best to stay where most of the others were for a while, at least, to show that he was at least part of the pack. Then he would use this place as a jumping-off point to some other den, a more permanent one. And hopefully one that didn’t instill him with fears of being crushed, or buried alive.
Snake looked to Hezekiah after he offered to help. While he was not often one to accept such offers, he couldn’t help but seek someone who knew a little more about this area than he did. He did have a bit of a request. “Do you know of any caves that are… a little more open to the outside than the others?” If that made sense, that was. Snake could look out and find caves that had entrances the size of tires—that was something that made his skin crawl. If he could find a place that had a more yawning entrance, he thought he could sleep close to that entrance and not drive himself mad with fear before morning.
Hezekiah answered him with a look, but at least it was not one that condemned. Snake felt his shoulders slack slightly as his tentative friend accepted his reason, and especially since he did not intend to go and press further into the subject. Though the sandy-furred coyote had run away from one family, he had run right into the open arms of another one. Inferni was not a pack—it was a clan. Clans usually had family connotations, and the fact that most of its members were related somehow was enough to alienate the youth slightly. He didn’t mind. Snake was, quintessentially, a coyote. He was used to solitude, and would welcome it. His involvement in Infenri was merely to improve his chances of survival, especially in a place so infested with wolves that would like nothing more to snub out one of those troublesome coyotes.
Silence entered the conversation, but Snake did not mind. He looked around himself, observing the general landscape of Inferni. It wasn’t particularly unique, from what he had seen—it was all decently redolent of what he had passed through between where he had separated from his parents and here. Regardless, it had its own charm. The plains were pleasant enough, and the sea rumbled like a dangerous beast in the distance. The forest disappeared behind them, though the grasses were broken by stunted trees and underbrush here and there. The newcomer observed quietly, his thoughts coming few and far between. Then, after several moments, Hezekiah announced that they had arrived at the Caves.
As Snake looked out, seeing the dark entrances to the catacombs below, he felt a dark fear gnawing at the edges of his metal heart. Though he would rather not openly discuss it, he was claustrophobic. It wasn’t something natural of him—it was something created by his living in New Haven. Because the Luperci there lived in the collapsing skyscrapers and buildings, there were always stories of those wolves being crushed by things falling and disintegrating. He had slept in those buildings in fear, waiting to something to fall on him. This fear was greatly alleviated later, when he slept out under the stars nearly every night. To return back underground was something that made the fur prickle on the back of his neck. He didn’t want to share this with Hezekiah, though. He thought it best to stay where most of the others were for a while, at least, to show that he was at least part of the pack. Then he would use this place as a jumping-off point to some other den, a more permanent one. And hopefully one that didn’t instill him with fears of being crushed, or buried alive.
Snake looked to Hezekiah after he offered to help. While he was not often one to accept such offers, he couldn’t help but seek someone who knew a little more about this area than he did. He did have a bit of a request. “Do you know of any caves that are… a little more open to the outside than the others?” If that made sense, that was. Snake could look out and find caves that had entrances the size of tires—that was something that made his skin crawl. If he could find a place that had a more yawning entrance, he thought he could sleep close to that entrance and not drive himself mad with fear before morning.
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